Story of my Life (Hetalia One Shots)

Argument

"You never listen to me!" Elizabeth yelled.
"You never talk to me for me to be able to listen in the first place!" he fired back.
Yes, they argued from time to time. Usually one would storm into another room and when they had both calmed down, they would talk it out calmly. But tonight was their worse argument yet. Married life had taken its toll on their relationship.
"I'm done Arthur!" she screamed at him, taking off her wedding ring and throwing it at the ground.
She stormed into their bedroom and grabbed a duffel bag out of the closet. She started throwing random clothes inside it. Arthur followed her into the room.
"What the bloody hell are you doing?" he asked, irritated.
"I'm leaving," she answered angrily. "I can't take it any more. You spend too much time being a country and not enough time being a husband."
Arthur's anger disappeared as her words hit him like a slap to the face. Before he could say anything, she zipped the duffel and half ran out of the room. He followed her, picking her ring up off the floor. She was opening the door when he stopped her, grabbing her wrist.
"Arthur," she protested.
He pulled her closer to him, slipping the duffel off of her shoulder, and kissed her slowly. He poured all of his emotion into the kiss. Trying to make her see that he was sorry. That he loved her more than he loved himself. That if she left, he would have nothing left to live for.
She relaxed in his arms, the tension disappearing from her shoulders. She kissed him back, memories flashing behind her eyelids. She remembered everything that had made her love him in the first place. All of the little things that made it all worth it.
He pulled away slowly. "I love you," he murmured, leaning his forehead against hers. "You are the most important thing in my life. I'm not just going to let you walk away."
"Then prove it," she whispered, tears threatening to spill.
"What?" Arthur asked.
She thought it over in her head for a split second. She leaned her head in the crook between his neck and his shoulder before replying. "Make love to me Arthur," she told him.
Arthur looked down at her, slightly shocked. They had never gone that far. It was partly his fault because he was busy most of the time, but he was still taken aback. His shock faded as a smirk spread across his face. He placed the ring back on her finger before picking her up bridal style. He crashed his lips onto hers as he kicked the front door closed and carried her into the bedroom.